And the carrion-bird, unsated,
On slant wing around us flew.

IV.

Sudden, on our startled hearing,
Came the low-breathed, stern command--
"Lo! ye stand?
Linger not, the night is nearing;
Bear me downwards to the strand,
Where my ships are idly steering
Off and on, in sight of land."

V.

Every whispered word obeying,
Swift we bore him down the steep,
O'er the deep,
Up the tall ship's side, low swaying
To the storm-wind's powerful sweep,
And--his dead companions laying
Round him,--we had time to weep.

VI.

But the King said--"Peace! bring hither
Spoil and weapons--battle-strown,
Make no moan;
Leave me and my dead together,
Light my torch, and then--begone."